【The Song of the Six Dynasties】(Episode 17, Chapter 6)

Chapter Six

. A quarter of an hour ago. Central Square.

Under the night sky, the towering archway stood like a giant. Le Mingzhu clung to a corner of the stone arch, her little face contorted with grief, saying, "I don't want to go, I don't even know how that big idiot is doing..."

Pan Jinlian's face was ashen. She wore a veil, but her face and body seemed to be tainted with that nauseating, shameful stench. Suppressing her anger and shame, she coldly said, "Don't worry, he won't die. I'll say it again! Let go!"

"I don't want to—" Pan Jinlian moved with lightning speed, striking Le Mingzhu's pressure points, pulling her into her arms, then turning to look at the cloaked woman.

"You've lost your cultivation. If there's danger outside, I can't save you."

Zhu Yin covered her hair with her cloak, her face shrouded in shadow, only her rose-red lips visible.

"I know," Zhu Yin said, "I just need to leave here."

Pan Jinlian didn't speak. She had fought Zhu Yin as soon as she entered the Taiquan Ancient Formation, and it was good enough that she didn't kick him while he was down. She had neither the will nor the strength to rescue her.

Pan Jinlian took a small booklet from Le Mingzhu's arms and turned the pages one by one. Suddenly, the air trembled slightly, as if the space under the archway had been torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The light shining through the archway was like a jewel-encrusted curtain, ripped open to reveal a dark blue slit. The slit spun out and disappeared in an instant, like a flash of lightning, and the three figures vanished in a flash. 　　The

square returned to its ancient tranquility as if nothing had happened, with only half a yellowed page falling from the air and being swept by the wind to a corner under the archway 　　. 　　……… ... The most hateful one was that vile woman, Pan Jinlian. His current predicament was largely due to her, not to mention she had abducted his little melon and Yin Nu. 　　But what's done is done, and regret was useless. Cheng Zongyang could only put aside his external affairs and calmly focus on recovering his damaged cultivation. Unfortunately, none of the four cauldrons around him were of superior quality. Even He Yilian, whose cauldron was the purest, depleted his true essence in less than an hour of intercourse. Therefore, Cheng Zongyang only practiced dual cultivation with the four women at night, and spent his days wandering the streets, exploring the market, and searching for useful items. 　　After several days of searching, Cheng Zongyang found four or five more stores, but bookstores and libraries remained elusive. There seemed to be only one outdoor equipment store, the one he had encountered. There were several large toy stores, displaying all sorts of miniature landscapes, from classical gardens to modern cities, all meticulously crafted to scale, with every detail exquisitely detailed. Cheng Zongyang had a strange feeling, as if it were a miniature version of the real world, only like the secret realm, it was completely deserted. Luckily, Xiao Zi was with him; if Xiao Xianggua had seen it, she would have screamed and taken the whole thing away. 　　His biggest regret these past few days was finding a hospital. Cheng Zongyang intuitively knew its immense value, but he didn't recognize any of the medicines. Other things were tolerable, but misusing medicine could be fatal. None of the medicines had paper instructions, not even their names; only QR codes were printed on the packaging. Without a scanner, he couldn't access the information. Frustrated, Cheng Zongyang simply grabbed a few scalpels and some medications of unknown use. 　　After several days of observation, Cheng Zongyang's understanding of the city deepened. The entire city was arranged in a circle around a central square, radiating four main avenues that divided the city into four areas: residential, commercial, service, and entertainment. Compared to the densely packed villas of the residential area and the shops-lined commercial area, the largest and most prosperous area of the city was the entertainment district. On the rooftop of a building near the square, Cheng Zongyang found the largest dance hall he had ever seen. The dance floor alone occupied four floors, adorned with dazzling lights. 　　Cheng Zongyang randomly clicked on a virtual screen composed of light and shadow, and several beautiful women with pearly white teeth and red lips appeared on the dance floor. Then, the 3D images, as if real people, began to sway their hips and undress, performing an incredibly provocative striptease. Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but sigh, even in the end of the world, human nature remains the same. The "immortals" of the Taiquan Ancient Array, though possessing technology far beyond their time, devoted a great deal of energy to extravagance and pleasure; no wonder they perished. This dance hall 　　was located at the highest point in the city, close to the city center, offering panoramic views of the entire city through its huge floor-to-ceiling windows. With all the necessary facilities, Cheng Zongyang decided to make it his lodging. Taking the elevator downstairs made it easy to go in any direction, and the building's location was visible from any corner of the city, so he wouldn't get lost no matter how far he wandered. 　　That evening, Cheng Zongyang found an inconspicuous shop on the outskirts of the city. Initially, he didn't pay much attention to the ordinary shop, but after a casual glance inside, he noticed a variety of mechanical tools. Cheng Zongyang was excited. While clothes and shoes were technologically advanced, they were on a completely different level compared to the technology of these tools. 　　The shop wasn't large, but it was overflowing with tools; there were hundreds of different types of wrenches alone. However, for the Six Dynasties, which didn't even have screws, these tools were utterly useless. Screwdrivers were out of the question. Cheng Zongyang harbored a vague expectation of finding the legendary 3D printer. With the technological level of the Taiquan Ancient Array, such a thing should be readily available everywhere. But he searched and searched, finding nothing similar. 　　Xiao Zi looked at the tools with interest, then suddenly picked one up. "What's this?" 　　Cheng Zongyang took it and examined it. The object wasn't large, somewhat like an armband, which could be fixed to the wrist. It had a handle at the front, a flat top, and a slit in the middle. Cheng Zongyang tried it on his wrist and found it wasn't heavy. He then gripped the handle, and a red light immediately illuminated on it. 　　Cheng Zongyang pressed it, and his arm suddenly jolted. The object emitted a low-frequency noise that sent chills down his spine, followed by a sharp sliver of a saw blade that sprang out from the top, slicing off half of the metal counter in a single motion. Cheng Zongyang quickly pressed the red light again and raised his arm. He saw a clean, sharp break in the metal frame of the counter, with even a corner of the glass cut off. Looking at the saw teeth themselves, he saw a series of gears of different sizes, intricately combined. The gears themselves were extremely thin, yet they meshed together very tightly, appearing as a single unit at first glance. Surrounding the gears was a track-like blade, its dark blue edges varying in size, shape, and angle, yet together they possessed a sinister beauty, brimming with bloodthirsty violence. 　　Xiao Zi said, "A serrated knife? It looks really powerful." 　　Cheng Zongyang never expected that after searching for so long, the only item he could find that could serve as an offensive weapon was a chainsaw... 　　Was he going to turn him into a Texas Chainsaw Maniac? He couldn't imagine charging into enemy lines with a chainsaw—that was the villain role! His Five Tigers Severing Door Knife, his weapon for extras, had already been ridiculed countless times; if he were to use a chainsaw, the weapon for villains, his image would be completely ruined. 　　Cheng Zongyang searched the entire shop unwillingly, but in the end, he was only disappointed. He had no choice but to put the only chainsaw in his bag, telling Xiao Zi, "Don't tell anyone." 　　"Why?" 　　"Because..." Cheng Zongyang coughed a few times, mumbling, "This kind of weapon is too terrifying." 　　Xiao Zi blinked, "Really?" 　　"Hey, just pretend you were fooled, okay?"

The chainsaw weighed about the same as a regular steel knife; once sheathed on the arm and concealed by a sleeve, it was virtually undetectable—a deadly weapon for murder and robbery. Cheng Zongyang resolved that if he were truly forced to use this futuristic weapon, he would dismember his opponent and destroy the evidence to prevent his reputation as a chainsaw thug from spreading.

Cheng Zongyang put away the chainsaw and then considered finding a nail gun or similar tool to modify for launching projectiles, but he couldn't find anything like it in any of the shops. Other tools like pliers and wrenches, while of high quality, weren't essential and didn't warrant the effort.

By the time he left the tool shop, dusk had fallen. Here, the days were only four or five hours long, while the nights were twice as long—whether this was due to the city's residents' love of nightlife or some other reason, he didn't know.

Seeing that Xiao Zi was a little distracted, Cheng Zongyang said quite naturally, "I'll carry you."

"No. Your injuries haven't healed yet."

"Huh? You noticed?"

Xiao Zi pouted, "You couldn't even lift the chainsaw, and you almost cut your hand."

"Hey, it popped out too suddenly, I wasn't prepared at all."

Although he said that, Cheng Zongyang knew that Xiao Zi was right. The yin-yang fish seemed to have taken root in his dantian, and he couldn't force it out no matter what he tried. On the other hand, the Yin, He, and Yu sisters' cultivation vessels were not top-grade, and the effects of their continuous dual cultivation these days were constantly decreasing. He had spent most of his energy balancing the threat of the yin-yang fish, and his cultivation was recovering very slowly. Cheng Zongyang calculated that at the current rate, it would take at least two months to fully recover his cultivation.

"Sister Pan is too cunning; she didn't even bring that Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit with her." Cheng Zongyang thought regretfully. He had gone to great lengths to trick Sister Pan, but all he got was a quick, satisfying facial shot; he hadn't gained anything in return. He felt he had suffered a huge loss.

As night fell, the city lights gradually illuminated the city, a breathtaking spectacle that, to outsiders unaware of the truth, truly resembled a fairyland. However, this bustling scene was accompanied by a deathly silence—no chirping of insects, no birdsong, no human noise. This stark contrast made Cheng Zongyang, accustomed to the city's clamor, feel uneasy. He felt as if he were walking in a magnificent coffin, seeing no life or hope but eternal death.

The deeper the night, the stronger his unease grew. Cheng Zongyang walked faster and faster, until he was almost running. He grabbed Xiao Zi and rushed into the building, into the elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor. As the elevator doors closed and began to ascend, Cheng Zongyang felt as if the elevator was rapidly plummeting into a dark underground world. The overhead lights seemed to dim and flicker, and everything in his vision appeared as black and white silhouettes, exuding a cold and eerie feeling.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, followed by a burst of laughter. Accompanying the laughter, the lobby's dazzling lights flooded into the elevator, and in an instant, the surrounding scenery simultaneously shone with dazzling brilliance, becoming colorful and vibrant. Cheng Zongyang felt the color quickly return to his face. Indeed, humans are social creatures; even the most perfect city is like hell if one lives alone.

Several alluring women said in seductive voices, "This servant greets Madam and Mistress."

Xiao Zi said, "What are you doing? Why are you so happy?"

Yin Fulan laughed, "They're all laughing at this servant."

"Oh?"

Beside the stage was a silver-white camera, with a constantly changing ball of light above it, replaying footage of a naked beauty being ravished by a group of men; the protagonist was Yin Fulan.

Xiao Zi laughed, "Whose idea was this?"

Yin Fulan smiled but didn't answer. He Yilian said, "It was Sister Yin who specially arranged for it. Among us servants, Sister Yin is the highest in status. Even she has suffered such humiliation, so what right do we lowly servants have to be proud?"

Xiao Zi laughed, "Indeed, a good idea."

Yin Fulan and He Yilian laughed freely, while the Yu sisters behind them blushed. Although the sisters were assassins, they were only cold-blooded and ruthless. In terms of cunning, they were far inferior to Yin and He Yilian. In addition, with the hint of the soul-summoning spell, they were kneaded like dough in just a few days. In a short period of time, the sisters' bodies became much softer, and their cold and fierce expressions gained a hint of allure. Now that Yin Fulan had shared her most shameful experience, even the most elegant women could only collude with her and succumb to the lustful intimacy.

Cheng Zongyang knew that while the women's cultivation methods were excellent, they weren't top-tier. Their yin essence had been depleted from days of intercourse, and further dual cultivation would be ineffective. Therefore, he didn't let the women serve him, but instead took several full backpacks and began sorting through his loot.

This secret realm was completely sealed off from the outside world; he had no idea what was happening outside. Similarly, Xiao Yaoyi and Wu Er didn't know his whereabouts. Cheng Zongyang had originally planned to recover from his injuries before going out, but now it seemed his recovery was far off. His group had been missing for so long; it was only right and proper to contact them first.

He had amassed quite a bit on this trip, the most important items stored in his waist pack. He also had two hiking backpacks, each about half his height. Cheng Zongyang emptied the backpacks and then selected items one by one: a thick, long, rugged leather belt—Cheng Zongyang doubted any human could wear it, but it would be perfect for Second Master; and a pair of binoculars found in an outdoor gear store, a gift for the little fox.

Of all the people Cheng Zongyang had done on this trip to the Taiquan Ancient Formation, Xu Junfang had contributed the most and suffered the most. After much searching, Cheng Zongyang finally found a crystal ball that could store images, similar to an electronic photo album. With such a magical artifact in hand, Xu Junfang's future

con artists would be even more formidable. The other pile of miscellaneous medicines was for Old Man Zhu; no one knew their uses, so he could have a headache. Cheng Zongyang also took all the tool kits and metal lighters he could find. These items would be most useful in the wild, and he planned to give one each to Meng Laoda, Hou Erge, Wu Zhanwei, and Ao Run. It was a pity he couldn't find a wristwatch; otherwise, the Xingyue Lake camp wouldn't have needed to carry an alarm clock—it was so ridiculous. Cheng Zongyang also specially selected a pair of well-fitting sneakers to bring to Qi Yuan. Qi Laosi had been working tirelessly for business; a suitable pair of shoes would save him half the effort.

The first backpack was full of practical items and quite heavy, while the second backpack was much lighter and contained items of a completely different style: a beautifully crafted, blinking, and dancing doll for Yan'er; a magnificent necklace made of hundreds of pearls for Zhuo Meiren'er; an exquisitely crafted crystal bracelet and bangle set, connected by a delicate chain to match the ring, for Ning Yu; and a pair of sunglasses—of course, for Yue Shuang. These sunglasses were much more fashionable than hers with their smoky quartz lenses. As Cheng Zongyang packed, his mind wandered. What would Yue Shuang look like with these sunglasses on, pinned beneath him? And Ning Yu—it had been so long. Would her knife-wielding hand become gentler with these bracelets on?

Cheng Zongyang sighed and put away the sunglasses and bracelet. Looking at the remaining items, his expression became serious. On the table was a jewelry box with two hearts linked together, containing a pair of rings. Although made of ordinary silver, each ring is engraved with a pair of lifelike dragons and phoenixes. When pressed gently, their scales vibrate slightly at a rate of one micrometer per second, changing subtly every sixty seconds, and repeating once an hour. Simultaneously, the dragons and phoenixes rotate on the ring's surface, completing a full rotation every twenty-four hours. Cheng Zongyang didn't dare open it for a closer look, but he could imagine the intricate design inside. Such meticulous craftsmanship was unparalleled, not only in the Six Dynasties period but even in his own time. Cheng Zongyang carried it with him specifically, intending it as a gift to propose to Yun Ruyao.

Cheng Zongyang had already planned his itinerary. His first act upon leaving the Taiquan Ancient Formation was to kowtow and apologize to the Yun family. His unmarried daughter had inexplicably miscarried, and the suspect had vehemently denied it; one could imagine the Yun family's fury. He was entirely at fault, and he would accept any punishment from the Yun family elders, hoping only that Yun Ruyao would suffer less.

Therefore, Cheng Zongyang painstakingly selected three gifts for the three Yun family elders. Yun Cangfeng, fond of travel, would find his egg-shaped house an absolute treasure, but thankfully he had two left; he would choose one for the third master. Yun Qifeng, an official in Jin, frequently spent time writing documents; a portable desk lamp with its own power supply would be perfect for him. Yun Xiufeng, the head of the Yun family, was incredibly wealthy; he had undoubtedly seen far more common treasures than Cheng Zongyang. After much deliberation, Cheng Zongyang finally wrapped up a black pen-like object and placed it in a deep side pocket of his backpack. This was a stun gun, about the size of a pen, but extremely powerful.

Cheng Zongyang had considered giving Yun Liuye a pistol or something, but the entire city lacked even small self-defense tools, let alone offensive weapons. This stun gun had been salvaged from a mechanical guard. Although Yun Xiufeng was surrounded by guards, he probably wouldn't refuse a self-defense item.

Cheng Zongyang also selected some exquisitely crafted jewelry from the store, intending to distribute them to Zhi Niang, Lan Gu, Liu Cuiyan, and others. There were also some other delicate items, such as brightly colored, transparent, and unbreakable plastic cups. They were lightweight and took up little space when stacked together, making them good gifts for Zhang Shaohuang, Shi Chao, and others.

Cheng Zongyang tidied his backpack and then stuffed all the empty spaces with chocolates and cola. These things weren't valuable, but he might not be able to produce them in the Six Dynasties in his lifetime, so he just hoped they would last long enough after he took them out.

Cheng Zongyang placed his stuffed backpack into the cart—he'd taken it from the market; the city was practically deserted, and no one would bother him if he pushed it out.

The women also finished packing, each carrying a pile of clothes and shoes. Xiao Zi was the most relaxed, carrying nothing at all; even the iron box was being carried by Yin Fulan.

There were simply too many supplies in the city; anything too heavy or temporarily useless was abandoned. Since they knew of this enclosed space and could enter at any time, leaving everything else here was safer. Cheng Zongyang specifically instructed the women not to reveal any information about this place. Compared to other areas of the Taiquan Ancient Array, this well-preserved human city was a treasure trove. Cheng Zongyang didn't intend to publicize its existence, not only because of its inherent value but also because the city held memories unique to him. If outsiders were allowed to transport the goods out, it would inevitably be accompanied by various forms of destruction, and it might soon become a pile of ruins.

Taking one last look at the city, Cheng Zongyang called out, "Let's go!" and led the group towards the square under the night sky.

………

...

Zhu Yin was overjoyed. "That's wonderful! With the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, I can break this damned curse and restore my cultivation. I will never forget your life-saving grace, Senior Brother."

"Don't dream," Mo Fenglin said indifferently. "If the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit can break the curse, why are those outsiders trapped here?"

Zhu Yin felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head. Looking at Mo Fenglin's indifferent face, she heard a faint clattering sound in her ear after a moment. It was her own jaw trembling uncontrollably.

Mo Fenglin said, "The elders of the sect painstakingly cultivated you, and that's how you became one of the Three Fairies, Fairy Fengqiong. Who knew you would be so incompetent, falling victim to the curse of the Taiquan Ancient Formation. It's a pity that all the elders' efforts have been wasted. Junior Sister Zhu Yin, how can you repay their kindness?"

Zhu Yin whispered, "That curse is invisible and intangible; I can only blame my bad luck. But the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit is a rare treasure; if I consume it, perhaps the curse can be lifted."

"Knowing it's impossible, yet still doing it." Mo Fenglin sneered, coldly saying, "Junior Sister Zhu Yin, you've used countless rare treasures of heaven and earth over the years, why waste this Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit?"

Zhu Yin gritted her teeth, "This Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit was something I obtained with great difficulty. Knowing that Senior Brother was here, I immediately informed you."

Mo Fenglin was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "You've always been like this since you were little. If this Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit hadn't been taken by someone from another family, why would you have told me? You might even have kept it from our sect."

"Senior Brother!" Zhu Yin cried, "If I stay here, I will surely die. I only beg you to save me... It was all my fault before. I shouldn't have given you such a hard time in public, causing you to leave the sect in anger. As long as I can leave this place, I swear I will be devoted to you from now on..."

Mo Fenglin sighed, "Do you think I left the sect because of you? Yin'er, although you are beautiful, I, Mo Fenglin, am not the kind of man who would bow down to beauty. Even if I had some interest in you back then, it was only to..." "I'll just let you writhe and submit to my pleasure."

Zhu Yin said sadly, "You won't even give me one Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit?"

Mo Fenglin shook his head, "I still have a great use for this Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, it's better than letting you waste it."

Zhu Yin said angrily, "Then why did you come back? You could have taken the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit and flown far away, did you come here to deliberately humiliate me?"

Mo Fenglin looked at her, and after a long while said, "I can't give you this Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit. But if I want to take you out, it's not difficult."

Zhu Yin stared at him blankly, "Really?"

"I'm about 60-70% sure."

A surge of gratitude welled up in Zhu Yin's heart. For a moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After a long while, she choked out, "Senior Brother, Yin'er will definitely listen to you from now on."

Mo Fenglin refused to accept her gratitude. "Even if I take you back, you'll have to listen to the sect's judgment. What does it have to do with me?"

Zhu Yin laughed through her tears. "Senior Brother is still the same as before. He doesn't care about anything except seeking the Dao. Senior Brother Mo, what should Yin'er do?"

"You don't need to do anything." Mo Fenglin said calmly, "A person cursed will surely die if they force their way through the fog barrier. To take you out, I only need to make sure you lose all your life force."

Under Zhu Yin's horrified gaze, Mo Fenglin struck out with his palm. Zhu Yin's cultivation was ruined, and she couldn't dodge at all. Her delicate body trembled, her eyes lost their light, and she softly fell into his arms.

Mo Fenglin picked up Zhu Yin and leaped to the treetop. The moment his toes touched the branch, he suddenly stopped and then flew backward.

The branch burst into flames with a "boom," followed by a ball of fire that flew out like a hand grabbing at Mo Fenglin's head.

Mo Fenglin flicked his sleeve, and a cloud of icy mist flew out, rushing towards the flames. Ice and fire collided, producing a series of fine crackling sounds. Then, Mo Fenglin flicked his finger, and an ice arrow shot out swiftly, scattering with a "whoosh" in the firelight.

A dusty figure emerged from the flames, raising his hand to catch the wooden staff that had been knocked away by the ice arrow.

A cold glint flashed in Mo Fenglin's eyes. "So it's Elder Fen. My Yaochi Sect and Long Chen have no past grudges, nor any recent enmity. May I ask what brings Elder Fen here?"

Fen Wuchen was still wearing his hood, so his expression was obscured. His once domineering figure was now slightly hunched, giving off a listless feeling, clearly indicating that he had suffered a considerable loss at Shang Zhenyu's hands.

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